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We met at Hazzard County Saloon on February 7. The sparks were immediate and strong. We traded hats and jackets for a while. By the time we ventured from there to Pub 217 the effects of the drinks hit me hard. When I woke up the next morning and tried to piece together the night, my memory after Hazzard County just stopped. I had a flight that morning and I pushed it back by a day so I could try to find you to apologize. To see if those sparks were still there. Or just to look into your pretty brown eyes once more. The next night I walked town looking for you everywhere, knowing the odds were near impossible. I gave up the search at midnight not surprised, but sad that I didn't find you and embarrassed at how Wednesday ended. I'll come back to town if you're open to it, just let me know.